Zoe's POV
I stood in front of the mirror, as tears rolled down my eyes. Recalling how Blake treated me a while ago, I felt hurt.
‘Why would he, consciously, hurt me? knowing full well I’m pregnant.
I knew he hated me. But, does he hate the baby too? He might as well, because he doesn't even think it’s his child anyway.’ I said to myself.
Pushing away all those negative thoughts, I put on the mint green dress Blake had laid out for me to wear. Then, I did light makeup and curled my hair all up.
Looking at myself in the mirror again, I mentally prepared myself for the night.
“Hey, Zoe." I heard Anna say.
“Amelia showed me where to find you. Are you okay?” Anna gasped in shock when she noticed the bruises on my arm.
“Hey, I'm fine, it's nothing," I said, trying to cover the bruises
